The Collector Of Things

​I like things.  In abundance, not too much, just enough to make my space feel like a nice warm hug.  

Not sure when the obsession started, that is, the need to have balance in the form of sculptures, pictures hung throughout the house in a museum-type vibe, and an endless amount of trinkets.  Treasured gifts from friends cause those creases in an upward motion on the side of my face.  Also known as a smile.  Sentimental items that I treasure and tuck away and pull out when I need to be reminded.  Mainly gifts that I have given myself.  

​Remember that balance I spoke of?  Well, there you have it.  If I waited for all the things I loved from others I might be waiting a while, and I am somewhat particular in my design approach.  I'm a fan of treating myself, so I do it from time to time.

As I walk through my home I am in awe at how much I have accumulated.  Never a need to ask why because I already know.  In as much of a visual sense, space has become a feeling for me.  I crave the energy of a room as much as I crave the sunlight.  It's a definite necessity at this point, so I ensure that I am never denied of that need.  I have accepted the fact that I am the collector of things.

My niece spent the weekend with me.  We laughed, a lot, ate very well, visited a couple of antique stores, and had so much fun.  If you like things as much as I do, you know what walking into an antique store feels like!  And here comes that balance again.  Amazing how that keeps inserting itself where needed.  

​It's early for some on this amazingly beautiful Sunday morning.  The sun is shining and there is a breeze that feels like it was meant for the weekend.  I stepped outside to pick fresh vegetables, chatted with a neighbor, and stepped back inside to sit for a moment.  My mind is in full observation mode.  What can I add to this space here or remove, I wonder?  Never clutter, always purposely positioned so I have no worries there.  For now, I will just enjoy it.  Not some of it, not a portion to be saved for later, but all of it.  

I should mention that at any given moment an urge will hit and off to a store I go, to gather nails for hanging a new picture, or a plant to go in that space that feels somewhat empty.  Hey, the universe didn't create all of these great things if they weren't meant to be enjoyed.

~AJ